OG Acid Funk - Dead Star

Ignore the signs
Pay no attention to the experts
Leave no resources
For the rest of us
Scorch the sky
Rape and pillage the-e earth
Take no thought for
The rest of us

Take all you can
Always with an iron hand
Who cares if anything's left
For the rest of us

The year is 2156. We now have confirmation that the top scientists, dignitaries -people deemed important to the Task of relocating off-world, Are already being evacuated.

No output
Only intake
No outlook
Til it's
Until it's too late
For the rest of us

Are you the hypocrite
Or the liar
This thing's about
To get
Down to the wire
For the rest of us

We learned that there were ten ships. They call them ARKS. There stationed in various places all over the world.

Right away there was anarchy.

It's a cass system. It's about money.
The haves versus the have-nots

They got it & we don't

They've got money, social status, and control

I feel like we were all conned
They've become the very thing that they say they hate.

What's that?
False gods!

Gonna be a
Straight fight
Deep in the
Late night
Its all gone
Nothing left gotta
Break right

Raining fire from the sky
Dystopian eye for an eye
You either do
Or you die
Shoot first
Or you ly
6ft deep
In a really
Deep sleep
Rollin' by
Beep beep
Bodies piled
Knee deep
Back of my
Jeep Jeep

You kill 'em
We can slab 'em
For the cheap cheap
We gorillas
We grab 'em
For the cheat sheets
Militants Collabing
On a street sweep
Servin' up beef
With some of that sweet heat

It's all so scientific
Post-apocalyptic
They ghost
Up out this bitch
Now we bout to flip this
That raw canabislistic
Like a hot buttered biscuit
Gotchya choking
On this shit
I just hope you
Don't miss it
Cause we willin' to
Risk it
All against the wall
Put it on
The underdog
Cause we gone
Ball like hogs
No more scraps
Like dogs
Stick yo hand it
The pit
Get met with
Fangs and claws
If survival
Unalives you
No one cares
What you tried to
Get it done's
What we
Subscribe to
Acid Funk is what
We vibe to

You're hauling it
All away
What you can't carry
Is all that stays
Take no thought
For the rest of us

The arcs have been prepared
Take all the wealthy
And important
Run on like the cowards
We know you are

Flea from this planet
Leave the poor
On this Dead Star
I'm sure we can manage
The rest of us

Run On

Written by:
Terence Brown

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